walking through downtown, uptown, br Small town, br I always feel br Watched. br I always sense br ten or more pairs of eyes (brown and blue and all shades of lust) br following me, br when I walk down the street br Men. br Boys. br whatever you want to call them br sometimes making obscene faces, sometimes br yelling incomprehensible phrases br But always watching, just br Watching br like a butcher watches newly roasted pigs br coming hot off the rack br “Mmm…so beautiful, perfect for making fine br hams, bacons, or even quite fine of a girl.” br like a small child at the candy shop, eyeing br the vast array of sweets and pastries br “Ooo I want this one and that one and br oh would you look at the legs on her.” br Men. br Boys. br testosterone-filled and lookin’ for a piece o’ woman br their eyes never done br Roaming, br Measuring. br Enjoying br ev’ry girl who passes by br br sometimes I wish I lived on br Deserted, br Unknown, br Un-male, br dusty country roads. br where I could walk somewhere, anywhere, br everywhere. br and only the chattering squirrels in the tall pine trees br and the flip-flapping birds in the wide open sky br would Watch.